Driven - Black Haiyate

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Warning - ..None yet. XD Warnings will come in the beginning of every chapter if need be.

My first Fanfict.. kind of. So yeah.. don't be too harsh. )

His eyes opened to darkness. Pain surged through his body, but he couldn't pinpoint where it centered. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't make anything out in front of him, but he felt concrete under him, and as his senses returned, he realized it was raining, and he was soaked. His body wasn't numb, that he was aware of. Every more he tried to move his body to observe his surroundings, the more his head throbbed. He rolled onto his back and sat up, clutching a wall beside him for support and looked around nervously. Why was he in an alley? More importantly, why was his shirt torn, or why was he bleeding? And why couldn't he remember anything from the day before?

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Making it home was the easy part, running into Roy Mustang on the way.. was not.

He wasn't far from home really, although the first few steps sent him to his knees. Luckily only one of his legs had any feeling. Every few steps he had to lean on the wall for support, but it was manageable. Until a certain car pulled up.

"Fullmetal?" A familiar voice pulled him out of his dazed state. Edward tried to stifle a groan, and refused to answer Mustang's call. It didn't take long for Mustang to notice his condition. "Fullmetal!" The car slowed to a stop beside him, so he stopped and leaned against the wall, turning to face Mustang, unsure of how he looked on the outside compared to the inside. Opening the car door, he approached Edward. "What happened?" He asked in an annoyed tone, yet Edward could sense the concern in the Colonel's voice.

Edward couldn't manage to find the words to explain what happened, so he shook his head. "I don't know... sir" He must have been sick to call Colonel Airhead that. Although the thought of a ride home at a time like this made it feel like a wave of relief washed over him.

Mustang looked at Edward for a few moments, who looked up only once for a mere second when the Colonel didn't respond. Even in this light Mustang could see his eyes, dark and jaded, as if hiding some internal pain. He also noticed his shirt ripped in a few places, blood stained the edges of the strips of shirt that were remaining, but he couldn't show as much compassion as he did attention. The car was still running. "I'm heading back to Headquarters. You better come with me, you're in no position to go home alone tonight." He said, walking in between Edward and the car door, waiting to open it.

Edward nodded in agreement to the obvious, but hesitated when it came to pushing himself off the wall. Willing each foot to move one step at a time, he made it to the car door, which was now open, and collapsed on the back seat. He could only wonder what happened, his legs felt like rubber.

The door shut at his feet and Mustang took his spot at the front. "Fullmetal, what were you doing out in the city at night? That's probably why you're so beat up." The Colonel said.

No... Edward thought, that wasn't it. Although he did wake up in the alley, internally beaten to a pulp, and suffering from an irritating memory loss, no one in the city could have done this. This lead him to the same place he was ten minutes ago in the alley, in pain and confused, trying to search every crevice of his mind and every memory of yesterday he held to try and remember what had happened; But all he found was, well, nothing but a sinking feeling that when he did find out, it would destroy him. For now he let his head rest again the seat of the car, when a thought hit him. "Well Colonel, I could ask you the same thing, shouldn't you be at your office this time of night?"

Mustang laughed, yet remained serious. "There's a local bar down here I go to sometimes."
Edward perked up. "And you're driving?"
"Calm down, Fullmetal. You're lucky I was driving down here at all for picking you up."

Edward groaned, unable to agree with the Colonel for his benefit, but he was right. Even after finding out the Colonel might be a little tispy, Edward found nothing but a feeling of trust for the man driving, and tried to rest, letting his mind sink into the shadow of sleep.

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